#6 – Do Not Enter
Something I learned from my dad when I was younger: If a sign says “do not enter,” it probably means there’s something exciting behind the door. If a sign says, “don’t touch this,” it must be something awesome that The Man is just trying to keep you from experiencing. So, anytime I see a sign saying not to do something, I feel a compulsion to do whatever it is I’m being told not to do. And then photograph it. Hence these photos:
Me, on a stage with a “Please stay off the stage” sign. I made my mom take this photo – I think she was mortified!
I posted this photo of me and Dan beyond the fenceline recently, but its sheer awesomeness necessitates this reposting. Awesomeness.
And a quick search of Flickr shows that I’m not the only one with this fascination.
This person looks on the verge of a crossing:
This kid does not heed the “do not cross” warning:
Nor do these two care about the giant “Do Not Enter” sign:
And this guy wins the award for the farthest past the “do not enter” sign:
This “Do Not Enter” sign is no match for this kid:
And this guy is just an asshat:
In case you think there might be something interesting in there:
And whoever created this sign wants you to know for sure that something interesting is going on in there. The shiny white bow really perfects it:
I’m not sure where the barricade is, but I have a feeling this guy is beyond it. Also, he is peeing. Peeing beyond the barricade.
This one is pretty cool:
And these are just funny:
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This reminds me of the time I went to Rideau Hall with Sarah and her parents. After walking the grounds and checking out the gardens, Sarah found a very clear shortcut to get back, directly behind a big old Do Not Enter sign. Sarah decided we should go for it, I didn't have a big problem with it, but her parents were like, “Oh… I don't know… we shouldn't… um…there's a sign…” We kept going and Sarah's dad gave in pretty quickly, started to follow. Her mom broke down eventually, but she was so clearly not down with the rule-breaking that it was almost like her legs wouldn't let her do. There were like four very jerky, very slow steps before she finally started walking like a human again.
Incidentally, we did get stopped by security about two-thirds of the way through, but we were all, “We is no supposed to go this way? We no is knowing where we is. We sorry.” So, we didn't end up going to the slammer.
You are such a bad ass!
In fact, it is that photo of you sneaking across the “do not cross” line at (I believe it was) Canada's Wonderland that inspires all of my crossing of do not cross lines. I know that I have that photo of you (in your wedding photo slide show – Sarah reminded me that it was in there) which I totally intended to include here, but then I totally never got around to it. Because I suck. In conclusion, I am but a grasshopper to your entering places one should not enter.
That last one is priceless!
Can't say I really understand the compulsion, though. If I sign said, “Don't dive off this cliff!” like… would you?
I think as a child the only signs I regularly disobeyed were the ones that said no running on the pool deck. Those signs have to be the most pathetic ever because EVERYONE runs on the pool deck.
Of course I wouldn't dive off a cliff, silly. Unless the water looked really, really tempting!
Actually, that makes me think of the signs at Lynn Canyon that list all the ways that people have died there by diving into the water. One person hit their head by diving in at this location. One person got caught under a rock, drowned and their body was trapped there for a week….
Wow… those are good warding-off signs.
Also, shouldn't you be using the threaded replies feature of DisqUs? 😛
I should, but it's surprisingly difficult to keep up with comments AND blog every half hour at the same time! Hence the rushing and missign the “reply” feature. And I'm sure my posts and comments are rife with spelling errors!